Yes, Amaliya had woken up in a grave, but she had also woken up to a new life where she knew who she was and understood her purpose. She was a vampire, a necromancer, Cian's second, and his lover. Tucked into a beautiful apartment in the city she loved, she had found the happiness that had eluded her all her life. And though her presence had shaken the lives of many around her, they, too, had in an essence crawled out of their self-made graves and found a fresh, new life.
Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked back through the doors into the apartment and embraced the knowledge she was home.
And as her reflection formed in the glass, shaped by Cian's vision and love of her, she knew, at last, she was done running.